Alone I am lost, I cannot see the path for the tears that blind me.
I need your hand you guide me through the maze of life.

Alone and lonely can mean two different things. Tonight they have no such distinction.

There is no pain equal to a heart dying within a body still breathing.

I wish my heart came with a receipt, then I could exchange mine for something useful, a conscience for example

Upon my grave lies not a rose, for none remember my name,
And on the headstone are written the words, She died for her love in vain.

Depression may not be a fatal disease,
But it can kill as effectively as cancer.

The ice around my heart has melted and turned to tears,
When I have cried every one my heart will be bare for all to see.

The black quill in my hand
Moves of it's own accord,
The Ravens last earthly thoughts,
Expressed in inky words.

As I stumbled with tears in my eyes I asked of the Raven; "What is this forsaken place?"
"Life" he replied.

Hellfire of crimson
Bloodlust so red
Vampirical dreams that haunt the undead